Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Maldives and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Adolescents to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wasted Youth,
June of 44,
Amon Düül II,
The Martian,
Blake Baxter,
The Index,
Newcleus,
John Foxx,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Junior Murvin,
Reuben Wilson,
Tommy Roe,
Lakeside,
Maleditus Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
the Association,
Sparks,
The Cure,
Bootsy Collins,
Inner City,
Visage,
Ultravox,
James White and The Blacks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Evens,
Janne Schatter,
Youth Brigade,
Faraquet,
Funkadelic,
Arcadia,
The Names,
Rufus Thomas,
Glenn Branca,
The Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scientists,
Shuggie Otis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cramps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yellowson,
Spandau Ballet,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fugs,
Underground Resistance,
Pulsallama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers,
Erasure,
AZ,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.